Another airport adventure

“Bend over slut.” I obey, wetness seeping into knickers, but I peek up at him as he deftly ties my hands together. His fingers move quickly, and while I’m still swooning a little at his skill he’s moved behind me and is tugging my knickers down. Two sharp smacks land on my bottom. “Head down, slut, let me use my fuck toy.”

I’ve had a photo in mind that I’ve wanted to take for a while. Today, I met the fabulous Confess Hannah, and I asked her if she would help me capture the shot. She agreed, but when we got to the place with the graffiti I’d wanted to take a photo with, it had been painted over. However, she did give me another idea, and offered me some excellent advice as I tried to capture the photo in the airport bathroom – so this is part two of my airport adventures…

Today’s photo is for both Sinful Sunday and the February Photofest! Kiss both sets of lips to check out everyone’s fabulous photography.

I just jumped about half a metre in the air because my reminder to take my medication pinged on my phone.
It does this every night, at the same time with the same noise, and has done so for approximately seven months.
How is it so alarming?

@BisexualMinx@ElliottHenry5 Being that I keep my flat clean (& would clean toys pre-use if they needed it) I don't actually think there is anything too wrong with leaving a dildo on the floor overnight. However, don't worry: on this occasion it was atop a pile of towels, next to a book.of erotica. 🙂

In December, I wrote a post about the words I loved for talking about sex then; reading it today makes me think about how even in seven weeks my favourite words can change. titsandtesttubes.com/dictatin…